Treasure Island - Robert Louis Stevenson

(Perpustakaan Sri Jauhari) #1

courage.


“Now, captain,” said the squire, “you were right, and I was wrong. I own
myself an ass, and I await your orders.”


“No more an ass than I, sir,” returned the captain. “I never heard of a crew
that meant to mutiny but what showed signs before, for any man that had an eye
in his head to see the mischief and take steps according. But this crew,” he
added, “beats me.”


“Captain,” said the doctor, “with your permission, that’s Silver. A very
remarkable man.”


“He’d look remarkably well from a yard-arm, sir,” returned the captain. “But
this is talk; this don’t lead to anything. I see three or four points, and with Mr.
Trelawney’s permission, I’ll name them.”


“You, sir, are the captain. It is for you to speak,” says Mr. Trelawney grandly.
“First point,” began Mr. Smollett. “We must go on, because we can’t turn
back. If I gave the word to go about, they would rise at once. Second point, we
have time before us—at least until this treasure’s found. Third point, there are
faithful hands. Now, sir, it’s got to come to blows sooner or later, and what I
propose is to take time by the forelock, as the saying is, and come to blows some
fine day when they least expect it. We can count, I take it, on your own home
servants, Mr. Trelawney?”


“As upon myself,” declared the squire.
“Three,” reckoned the captain; “ourselves make seven, counting Hawkins
here. Now, about the honest hands?”


“Most likely Trelawney’s own men,” said the doctor; “those he had picked up
for himself before he lit on Silver.”


“Nay,” replied the squire. “Hands was one of mine.”
“I did think I could have trusted Hands,” added the captain.
“And to think that they’re all Englishmen!” broke out the squire. “Sir, I could
find it in my heart to blow the ship up.”


“Well, gentlemen,” said the captain, “the best that I can say is not much. We
must lay to, if you please, and keep a bright lookout. It’s trying on a man, I
know. It would be pleasanter to come to blows. But there’s no help for it till we
know our men. Lay to, and whistle for a wind, that’s my view.”


“Jim here,” said the doctor, “can help us more than anyone. The men are not
shy with him, and Jim is a noticing lad.”

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